The overwhelming sense of Deja Vu I found myself experiencing on the 28th of December had less to do with traveling to the Chinese Visa Office in London, than the recognition that it was exactly the same time of year in 2019 I harried officials for my permission to travel then. A circle is about to be completed. After almost exactly three years since having embarked on an odyssey to the Orient I find myself preparing to return to China, not as an errant traveller revelling in the chaos of adventuring across the world, but with a new purpose, a love and a job. Taking all my cards and throwing them in the air to see where they landed in January 2020 had changed my life in ways that I had never anticipated. One of those being a burning desire to find a way back to a land where the rigid rules of Covid prevented any hope of return. The 18 months since leaving China had been filled with finding a way to achieve that goal. One had been presented to me in the shape of an acting job with Universal Studios Resort Park who were looking for actors to play roles in their Harry Potter world. It had been a slow process since submitting an audition tape in July to finaly handing in my passport, with work permit and additional documentation to the officials to ‘rubber stamp’ my journey back at the end of January 2023. I arrived in China in 2020 as the early throes of a pandemic was beginning its dramatic grip on the world. I received messages entreating me to come back to England and not go to China as people were ‘dying in the streets’ and as I now prepare to embark on my trip back similar warnings, echoing the cries to halt my plans, are being heard as the recent dramatic change in China’s hard line zero tolerance policy have precipitated a wave of the virus sweeping the land. As before, my eyes are firmly fixed on the goal and with unwavering confidence in my health and China I go forth. If I learned one thing from my18 month stay in the country the representation of China in the world media was negative and bore scant veracity with what I experienced. I am excited to be returning as part of the culture opposed to being an observer as well as returning to resume a relationship which had withstood the trials of a long separation. As I handed in the completed paperwork the thrill, the fresh insights of working and living in China again would bring, filled my spirit and not even the inclement, persistent rainy weather, losing my rail ticket and a row with rail guard could dampen the joy I felt.
Nicholas Quirke was comparing his current quarantine on home soil with his 2020 Beijing experience on 15 August 2021. He had been adapting to a new apartment with a relative stranger who was also required to quarantine. He was in a foreign country, in a big city with a view from the windows of the streets below and a skyline of high rises and tower blocks. For 14 days he was confined to the flat, he was contacted every day by officials for temperature readings and to check on any signs of symptoms. He was lucky enough to be in an environment where there was a gym and a very impressive home entertainment system which meant he could exercise and indulge in his favourite pastime of movie watching. He worked out, had a new diet of Chinese Food to digest. cooked, made vegan cheesecake wrote his blog and developed a close relationship with his new friend Peng. He was anxious to get out and discover the new world but even incarcerated in an apartment as he was the experience was novel, exiting and engaging. Coming back to England meant he would have to observe a 10 day quarantine in his sisters beautiful new home deep in the West Sussex country side. There was no feeling of imprisonment, but returning to the world he knew well and unable to partake in the world proved to be more frustrating than he had anticipated. There was no gym but he could take walks and explore the rural footpaths. He took lateral flow test which required him to stick swaps so down his throat and up his nose but despite having been advised after arriving back in the country that he would be contacted to to ensure his quarantine was observed and he was ok no one had contacted him at all. The lateral flow tests said he was clear of any infraction, he completed a compulsory test on day 2 of the isolation which to his annoyance took five days to get the negative results. He played cards with his sister, watched films, wrote, contacted people, faced timed with Peng and sourced English Vegan food. On the 11th his mother and Bruce paid a visit and they had a lovely reunion lunch and catch up and on the 12th he had a reunion with his sons Harvey and Cole. Unfortunately Cole had developed a bad back and was in some pain but was really good to see them again and to be making plans to see them again on his release. He explored the area on some long walks and it was good to be reminded of how beautiful the English countryside can be. He had spent so long amongst the epic and dramatic scenery of China that he had forgotten the charms of his homelands green and pleasant lands. As he had in China he needed to be thinking about how he could earn an income and he was making tentative steps to find some employment. He was also having to think about where he would live. He was renting out his flat which was bringing in some money for him and he had some PA work and even a little online teaching, but none of this would provide him with enough to live on. The realities of life in the UK were nudging at his consciousness but being restricted to the period of isolation he still felt half of him was in China and with Peng while the other half enjoyed a relaxing country living. By the time he had reached day 8 there were no signs of any symptoms but he was up early to take the test which he would then post to the laboratory through the priority postal service. He performed the test which made him gag and then walked to the priority Post box he had sourced in the village. He felt nervous about posting it as the box showed Monday as the next collection date. He checked the online Royal Mail app and learned that there was no priority collection from the familiar red pillar that day but that there was a post office a mile and a half away. He walked back to the house, collected a mask and followed the map the app provided him with and he walked there. It was a pleasant quiet morning with the peace only disturbed by passing cyclists who all greeted him. After nearly 45 minutes he found himself in a deserted farmyard where there clearly was no post office or even a post box. The app had sent him on a wild goose chase which, even though he had enjoyed the walk proved to be even more infuriating when on his way back he called into the local shop / post office who assured him the package would indeed be collected that day from the post box he had originally been at. Thus, willing the homeland quarantine to draw to a close his first week back in Blighty came to end.
Nicholas Quirke was walking on home soil for the first time in 18 months on 7 August 2021 and the Chinese platitude ‘there is no banquet without a finish’ played through his mind. He had been at a feast that had lasted 572 day and he had gorged himself on the orient and he was in fact stuffed. He would be digesting the repast he had been on for quite some time. The plane had landed nearly an hour early 4.45 am and as he made his way effortlessly through security and baggage collection he realised that there would be no one to greet him as he passed through into the arrivals lounge. He managed to contact his sister who was collecting him and he waited in a Cafe Nero for her. He was excited to be able to order in plain English and felt a moments irritation, similar to the Chinese failure to understand his request for ‘Green Tea’ in Mandarin when they looked at him in incomprehension when he asked if any of the cakes were Vegan. It was finally established what he was asking for and they weren’t. He contacted Peng to announce his safe arrival and didn’t have long to wait before his first reunion with a family member. He had to quarantine for 10 days and his sister had kindly offered to house him. The weather was appalling, the rain was a torrential and not un-similar to what he had been experiencing in Beijing. During his time overseas she had moved to a new home in the country and it was an added excitement to see the new country house emerge out of the rain. Health and safety first and he showered, changed and took a Lateral flow test which, though it made him gag he was pleased to see was negative. He was shown around the property and contacted played cards, ate lunch remembered just how silly he could be and began the process of adapting to being back in the UK and the end of the odyssey. Though he would see many people after his imposed isolation was ended it was going to be a while before he could thank, individually everyone who followed his exploits through his blog an social media. The contact from home, knowing friends and family were with him on the journey had helped to make him feel safe in what he sometimes felt was a wild and confusing place. Every message gave him a sense of his roots and there were many people he wanted to see and thank personally for their support. He would have to wait for those, but he hoped they would know how grateful he was for their interest and contact. Unable to break with tradition and trying to manage his jet lag he stayed awake as long as possible and watched a film, ‘Georgetown’ with Kate and Peter but despite the compelling story line he couldn’t keep his eyes open and had to go to bed and sleep though once he was between the sheets the drowsy numbness failed to take him over and he endured a disrupted night.
Nicholas Quirke was coming home on 6 August 2021. The moment that had seemed far into future time had eroded and was here. He felt calmer than he had anticipated and the anxiety about leaving was being replaced with feeling of excitement. Farewell breakfast was Jian Bing with a black sesame soy milk, glutinous rice balls and a moon cake, followed by a session making the lego roses the time went quickly and it wasn’t long before the full to bursting cases were ready to be loaded into the car and they were off to the airport. He was checked in quickly as Peng was a Cathay Pacific silver member and used his privilege to get Nicholas through。. There seemed to be big queues for Hong Kong, `Macau and Taiwan and he was relieved not to have to wait. Departures seemed more complex than normal as he had to show his passenger form and test and take numerous temperature checks. He said his said farewells to Peng who got told off for filming him entering the security check. A final farewell wave and he was on his own emptying his case as the officers searched thoroughly for anything suspicious. He had to take a train to the gate where he had to do more tests, complete a departure form and then a wait for his flight. It was a smooth journey of nearly 4 hours where he was served a vegan meal and watched a rather uninspiring film ‘A Leg’ that had looked like fun but turned out to be pedestrian and he was excited to see and fly over Hong Kong where he had intended originally to visit, but due to Covid had never had the opportunity. The closest he had got was to look across the bay from Shenzhen. He had finally made it but only at the Airport though when he tried to buy something to eat and they did not accept yuan, he knew he was in a different country. Once he had gone through security again he did not have long to wait for his eleven hour transfer flight to the UK. Shortly after take off they were served supper and then it was lights out and after watching a Korean sci fi film Seobok he had a short sleep in preparation for his arrival at Heathrow at 5.40 on the morning of the seventh.
Nicholas Quirke was feeling the date of departure advance at an alarming pace on 4 August 2021 and his day was one of final administrative acts. He was having to travel across the purlieus of Beijing and his first destination to get a UK approved COVID-19 test was at the UFH hospital in the Chaoyang district. This was a 50 minute subway ride which gave him plenty of time to ruminate on the sense of loss he was experiencing. It was fortunately a sunny though uncomfortably hot day. He found the hospital easily and did not have long to wait before, for the second time that week a swab was stuck down his throat. To enter the UK he needed to have a test that was in English and taken within 3 days of travelling which, made his previous test void. He was near the 798 art Park and thought about a visit, but as he had to pickup his health passport from the other side of the city he felt his time would be better spent cycling the 9km across the city and absorbing a final view from the bike of his erstwhile home. He enjoyed the ride immensely and he felt the air cooler as he peddled through the highways and byways recognising place he had visited. Unfortunately as he approached his destination he failed to notice that his fat fingers had somehow disturbed the map and he ended up on a 4 km detour and one that as he was really starting to feel tired from the cycling he could have done without. It was too early to get the passport and he had located a nearby tea house in an underground mall. It was a deliciously cool atmosphere to sit and work in and though he has planned to get to the Travel Centre for two it was three pm before he left. Due to having been in Shanghai 12 days previously there was a commotion at the entrance as they were not going to let him in. Fortunately he had bought his test certificate with him and he was finally passed through . He didn’t know if it would be useful but it was better to have a formal record beyond the certificate he had as proof of his test. He still had an errand to run in Wangfujing street and though it was a further 12 km cycle to the restaurant where he was meeting Peng for supper he would need to make another detour as his journey took him past Wudaoying Hutong and he could not resist stopping for a vegan ice cream. He made a second stop at the Lego shop where he had intended to buy a farewell present for Peng of Lego roses but unfortunately they had sold out. He was a little early when he got to the restaurant and it was shut and he sat on the steps to wait for Peng and the staff to arrive. He loved the Sheng goa that they made and he loved the sharing of a dish in this way, it was definitely something he would miss on his return. The film they watched was a deeply felt film that highlights how the pressures of society in China have forced generations of LGBTQ to hide behind the norm of family. The film is as oblique as the lives lived in secret and in the shadows . Echoes of his own experience gave the film added resonance but for anyone the quiet yet oddly theatrical film touches a sense of humanity on a deep level. His penultimate day had passed successfully and a good sleep was needed to take him into his final busy day.
Nicholas Quirke was feeling privileged on 3 August 2021 to be a visitor at the new museum in honour of the CCP. It had been an administrative exercise that had involved a visit by Peng to the hospital to get a certificate as again his Nucleic Acid test was not reflected in his health kit, to ensure he could enter the vast impressive building though he had not been aware of just how unorthodox his visit to the Atheneum was. Though it was only 8.45am when they arrived there was already a crowd waiting for admittance. The customer service staff were on hand to help him get in as he could not go through the usual entry gate which, accepted only Chinese nationals with an ID card and manually overriding it for him would look like special treatment for foreigners and as the museum was built to recognise the struggle of the Chinese people would not be a positive sign. He was therefore led through the back Gate and what was the VIP entrance. This meant that other than dignitaries attending the opening in July he was the first foreign visitor to step through what really did feel like hallowed doors. The outside of the museum was on an epic scale, echoing the battle to found a new China that the collection inside demonstrated. Once he was safely through the doors he was immediately awed by the magnificence of the marbled hall where he was joined by Ms. Cao who kindly, and with extreme patience considering the three hours he spent there, guided him through the displays which were over 3 floors. He was familiar with the story of the founding of the CPC now that the 100 year anniversary had now been celebrated and the skilful combination of artefacts, the displays the art and scenes came to life in a more meaningful way for him. Each section was headed with a translation in English but the individual items we’re labelled in Chinese and he either needed to use wechat translate to get a better understanding or call upon the knowledge of Ms Cao. The Exhibition followed a logical path from the introduction of Marxism into China, to the birth of the CCP, the momentum of the movement the battle for the hearts and minds of the Chinese people The Long March and the battles with the KMT and subsequently the Japanese. In one of the museum highlights the horrors or the civil war was illustrated through a virtual reality film which really made him feel like was there. The progress of China was recorded and he was pleased to see that they had acknowledged the damage and the set backs of the 10 year Cultural Revolution though the Gang of Four were resolutely vilified as the perpetrators of this disastrous period. Though from bad comes good and the intervening years from Deng Xiaoping’s leadership to Xi Jinping’s command are documented through a colourful cavalcade of limousines and video recording celebrations and achievements. The Museum celebrates the CCP and therefore it naturally glorifies its communism with Chinese characteristics which are undoubtably bringing China firmly into the 21st century. The main exhibit halls had been busy and full of visitors but the final floor of 170 paintings and sculptures was disappointingly empty. Some glorious paintings that spanned the lifetime of the CCP were largely ignored but he found himself mesmerised by some of the powerful images that were on offer. There were some real Jewell’s in the gallery some of which had been specifically commissioned for the museum. By the time he left he was drained by the weight of the information and sights he had absorbed but in its scope and ambition, like the 50 CCP members in 1921 that grew to the millions strong membership of today, it was a compelling and magnificent space that he was excited to have been able to see and he was ultimately edified and awed by the experience. He had planned with Peng to enjoy a few of his favourite meals over the next few days and the first choice was the cold dry noodles he loved at a restaurant on the corner of Fengtai Road. So he headed to Xisi station, had an afternoon tea and did some work before walking to the Beijing equivalent of a greasy spoon where a the meal for 2 cost the equivalent of £6.00. The supper was delicious and as they were close to Xidan and a branch of Mi Fresh they stopped off to have an Ice desert. The day had been another long one. He had learned a lot and eaten to his hearts content and though they started watching a film after he had showered and enjoyed his massage tiredness overwhelmed him and he called it night and went to sleep..
Nicholas Quirke was feeling sad as he watched the sunset over the west mountains and the Forbidden City from the vantage of the Terrace bar at the Mandarin Oriental hotel on 2 August 2021 the sun had shone all day and as it’s Rays began to dip behind the west mountains suffusing the sky with golden light he infused it with symbolic meaning as his own sun was setting on a remarkable 18 months. He was never tired of pondering the beginnings of his trip which seemed, as COVID 19 began its grip on China, to be one fraught with impossibility. He had continued his journey and against all the odds he had spent an amazing year and half in the East. He had left the UK not knowing if he would find work, somewhere to live, last a year, which had been his promise to himself. Thanks to Peng he had not only managed to remain in the country and experience everyday life in China but he had travelled all over the vast country and seen some of the most astonishing and beautiful, breathtaking sights he had ever seen. He had delved deeply into the history and traditions of the vast empire and felt he had a better understanding of the mores of its government and its citizens than he had before the journey began. The day had been spent juggling the administration demands of returning to the UK that at times overwhelmed and frustrated him and had him cursing the country of his birth but he eventually got on top of the paperwork and everything was set for a smooth re-entry into the UK. He had a Covid Test to take on the 4th and his testing during quarrentine was all booked and paid for. The final piece was to complete a ‘Passenger Locator Form’ but that had to be 48 hours before his arrival in the UK. With everything in order he was able to head to the MO bar in the Wangfujing Central Mall to see one of the famed sights in the Capital. In the upmarket bar of the Mandarin Hotel he was treated by Peng to The Sunset Hunter, the bars signature cocktail, and he posed with drink which echoed the approaching dusk against the skyline. The beverage came with a postcard and a myriad of snacks including dried okra and peanuts. The sat in the coolness of the bar till the temperature started to drop and they then moved outside and sat drinking in the luxurious style and the beautiful sight of the sun going down. It was an appropriate view and experience to be bringing his stay to end. There were still a few days to visit a couple of his favourite restaurants and to have a final taste of his favourite dishes The remainder of the evening was spent ruminating on what he had achieved and these were thoughts he took to his bed and to sleep.
Nicholas Quirke was having to admit to himself on 5 August 2921 that he was going to miss the attention . Even in Beijing his nationality, his white hair, beard and dress drew stares , often comments and photographs. That morning he’d had a haircut and the stylist asked an assistant to take a photo of him at work on the VIP laowai and then subsequently posted it on his WeChat page. This was naturally not chief among the things he would miss but it certainly held an allure for him. He had a goodbye message from one his co-workers Lily to tell him that the new laws regarding extra curricular schools meant that she had become a victim of the new laws and the school where he had taught had now closed and she had lost her job which was sad news as it meant that she was now waitressing. It occurred to him that had he still been there he would now be without work. Even though he had benefitted from the extra-curricular system he had been a critic of the punishing schedules that the children were put through and he was never surprised when the kids were difficult after a long day at school and then had to endure 2 intense hours with himself. He adored the kids though and had been extremely grateful that he had had the opportunity to work with them. Preparing for his departure the next day was like army manoeuvres and after breakfast the full agenda began with a final trip to his barber where once he was shorn he was met by Peng ton travel north to his new office where Nicholas was able to see and experience the work place. Continuing the trend of visiting his favourite restaurants they headed east for lunch in the first establishment they had eaten at when they had been released from quarantine, Tian Chu Miao Xiang and the food remained a delicious example of the Buddhist vegan style dining unique to China and he was happy that they had probably saved the best till last. The arc of the day was directed at collecting Peng’s car which was parked in the east of the city at his cousin Jieyu’s and the journey there’s was broken by a stop at Joy City where he first called in at the Lego store to buy the roses for Peng, then enjoyed an Oatly pu’er tea and orange peel iIce Cream, kept encountering an ecological exhibition in the mall which, included some charming sculptures of animals made from recycled products and continued to impress him that the climate change agenda was alive and well in China and topped it with a tea at Teasure and a moon cake they had purchased at the restaurant. He wouldn’t be there in October to celebrate the mid-autumn festival but mooncakes were already on sale and it was good to have one. They walked to to the apartment, collected the car and he enjoyed a nostalgic drive through the city back to home.He was able to get one last look at Tiananmen Gate and the square and he was delighted to have a last look at his favourite 1920 cafe. He could hardly believe that he would be leaving the next day and to combat the feelings of misery that lurked around the edges of the day they looked for an up beat film to watch. ‘The Mole Agent’ had all the hallmarks of comedy it was 5 minutes into this film before he realised it was actually a documentary. The black comedy of the opening sequence belied the sad story of old age and loneliness that this film became. It focuses on a technically incompetent 84 year old man who goes under cover into a care home to see if there is abuse of the residents. As he files report after report on the daily life of the people in the home both he and the audience begin to engage and involve themselves in the lives of these heartbreaking individuals. It’s full of affection and love for the lonely lost souls and he surmised that you would have to have a heart of stone to not allow yourself to be affected and moved by watching it. It wasn’t the upbeat mood he had expected but determined not to allow anything to bring him down he had a positive attitude and went to sleep in good spirits
Nicholas Quirke found himself spending much of the day waiting on 1 August 2022. What had started as a day full of promising activity transformed into a an exercise in patience. July had seen the opening of The Museum of The Communist Party of China and having already seen the impressive building his interest had been aroused and Peng had booked a ticket in his own name for him to go in as Guo Peng. It had proved very difficult to get an entrance for a foreigner and a second ticket for the 3rd of August had also been booked using his own name. It was a sunny and very hot day and they made the journey to the Olympic park where then new Museum was located. He was familiar with the sights now but they still held a magic for him and he still took photographs. There was a long discussion at the gate with security who were adamant that he could not use Peng’s ticket to go in but they allowed Peng into the museum to speak with the customer service team. Nicholas had to wait and found a spot with a fan to linger by while the behind the scenes negotiations went on. When Peng appeared there was good news and though they couldn’t go in that day he could come back on Tuesday and he could be admitted, the only catch was that he would have to take a nuclei acid test before then. The initial plan was that that they would go to the museum and then go to Peng’s parents for a farewell meal but as there was no museum there was time to go to the hospital and get a test done. This meant a trip back to Changchunjie and to the hospital whose doors were shut when he arrived. This meant they had to wait till 1pm. Peng located a local coffee bar in the nearby Hutong and they made their way to the new, tiny space to wait. It was run by an artist who keenly admired Nicholas’s hat. By the time he returned to the hospital at 1 the queue for the test had grown significantly. With new cases of Covid on the rise through China it was once again necessary for most people who were now beginning their summer holidays to have tests and this meant another long wait in the sun for Nicholas. He was of course the only Laowai there and to his amusement, when he was addressed by one of the staff as English the murmur of ‘Yinggou’ could be heard around the crowd. Finally he was tested and they could get on with day he was meant to have. As a thank you to Peng’s parents he had arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be sent to their home and he had also written them a thank you letter in Chinese. The living room looked different as they had not only got a new fridge/freezer but the sofa had already gone and they were waiting for a new one to be delivered. The dinner was delicious and Qiuhui had made some sugar free versions of his favourite dishes including sugar coated walnuts and yams. They laughed a lot about Nicholas coming back to Beijing as an Olympic winter sports competitor and what sport he could do. He was pleased to see that they were pleased with his flowers and touched by the card he had written. He felt very sad too be saying goodbye, but they were resolute that he would return and they would see him again. Fortunately the film that they watched that evening lifted his spirits more than he could have imagined. Pixar triumphed again with ‘Luca’ a 1960’s Italian set plot was a total charmer. Embracing diversity sits at the heart of this exquisitely crafted story and he not only had that feel good feeling throughout but long afterwards and into his deep satisfying sleep.
Nicholas Quirke was emerging from the relative sloth that had accompanied a few days of rain on 30 July 2021 with a new plan. He had discovered that China had launched a vaccine passport that was easy to get for a foreigner in country who had been vaccinated and that if he went immediately to the International Travel Health Centre he would have it before he had to leave on the sixth. If he were to return at some point in the future having this record of his vaccinations in a Chinese ‘passport’ form could help ease his next visa application. It was going to require a trip to the North of Beijing and he found a museum located nearby where he could go once he had dispensed with the necessary paper work. It would remain a disappointment that though he had spent time on the Tibetan plateau, flirted with borders and even found himself in a town as taboo as Tibet was to foreigners at that time, he had not been able to visit the Autonomous prefecture. Now, although it was opening up again he had run out of time and the closest he would get to understanding a little more of the controversial place was by visiting the Museum celebrating the rich culture that had been part of China’s borders for the past 70 years. But first brace the rain, subway to Andingmen and cycle to the Health Centre. He had been warned that it could be a long wait and as always he was prepared with iPad and technology to see him through. He encountered a few problems at the reception when he arrived as he had been in Shenyang during the past fortnight where as case from the latest Covid outbreak in China, all stemming from the airport at Nanjing, had been. Literally 24 hours after he had visited the Muckden palace it’s had been reported that a carrier had been in the same location. Fortunately due to the equivalent of the ‘track and trace’ app he was clear of being barred but it was close and he hoped that he wouldn’t have to endure any more issues with the proximity to the sufferer. The wait turned out to be less than he had expected particularly as when he arrived there were over 80 people ahead of him in the queue. When he was called the process was really swift. He was approved, sent to another floor where he handed over his paperwork and was given a slip with time and date to return to collect his passport. he then set off to cycle to the Tibetan Culture Museum. Though it was a long cycle it was a very straight road and due to the rain earlier in the day it was still relatively cool. The Museum was very quiet when he arrived but he was given a very positive welcome and as soon he entered the first exhibition hall on the 70th anniversary of the peaceful liberation of Tibet he was pounced on by China Central TV to record an interview. There were many things he could speak with authority about and happily be a pundit for but Tibet was not one of them and he felt himself treading on eggshells with his response to their questions and he hoped he hadn’t said anything too inflammatory. In a remarkable coincidence it seemed that Jieyu was at the museum too and had also been interviewed. Their paths didn’t cross and it was only afterwards that he discovered the proximity of his friend. He enjoyed the exhibition though he was aware that it was a biased view but it was good to see it from another perspective and what was interesting was the overwhelming evidence of true millions that had been lifted out of poverty and how the region and its culture was prospering. His favoured part of the museum was dedicated to the Living Buddha Reincarnation Practice that was established during the Ming Dynasty in though in 1288 during the Yuan Dynasty the reincarnation of Karmabahi through Zhonggongdorje was the first recorded soul transfer. It became a matter of political confirmation in the Qing Dynasty and the practise, of recognising ‘soul boys’ has continued into contemporary China. The current, 14th Dalai Lama himself is a reincarnation of a former llama. He left the museum feeling he knew a little more about Tibet though it was a decidedly one sided view. He had not realised how close he was to the Olympic Park and though he considered making the most of the sunshine that had emerged he decided instead to have a tea in a nearby cafe and do some work. He had done a lot of cycling by the time he got home and was ready for a night in front of a movie and though there was a sense of Deja vu as he watched the ‘The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard’, maybe because of countless similar movies and similar performances from its leads, it didn’t stop him from enjoying the silly romp. He laughed a lot but his overall impression was that it’s probably a mediocre example of the comedy hitman genre. The days activity left him ready for a deep and satisfying sleep and he was refreshed when he woke on 31 July 2021 feeling that his purpose for the day was to resolve some of the admin issues that were causing him to feel a little stressed. What actually happened after a now traditional breakfast at the weekend of Jian bing was using up the ingredients in the cupboard and making a vegan. Cheesecake, repacking his suitcase, dismantling another cupboard being replaced by an easel style stand for the television. They enjoyed lunch from Godly skipped supper and watched ‘Jungle Cruise’ a Disney adventure yarn that felt wrong. Personality casting in a story riddled with anachronisms that irritated rather than amused and entertained him and his verdict was typical saccharine Disney fare. The day passed quickly and while he could he enjoyed the luxury of a chair massage and rounded off the busy but uneventful day with a deep sleep.